Spheres of Influence:Rhiannon in Jepardy? GAME

[Zachian]

Airith

"Opened a book, I bet he doesn't even know what scary is. For that matter he probably doesn't know what a bath is either." Airith waves his hand back and forth in front of his nose. "It would have been smart to hire us on if he wanted numbers in the caravan. It isn't often that four people come along looking for work like that."

Airith walks out of the building with the group.

"I suggest that we set out on our own. Waiting three days for a job that we aren't even sure we have isn't worth it. I know Wrinkle here would prefer to be on land rather than water so lets get walking."

 

[Tilmamir]

Wrinkle takes his pointer finger and middle finger and makes and wiggles them to make a walking gesture. He plays, "whaat ellse can whee do? Otherr plaaces" he points to Caldwells, and then to and Youngblood Supplies.

"Whaalk alone? shhip?" he shudders.

"I'll follow group whaatefer whee decide"

 

[Zachian]

Airith

"We could try the other places I guess but I don't recognize the name of Youngblood Supplies. Why don't Wrinkle and I go check out Caldwells quick, while Relsyn and Inwe check at Youngblood. We can meet up over there by the well." Airith points to the well the trading companies must use to get water for the horses. "Well come on Wrinkle." As Airith heads towards the Caldwells building.

 

[Tilmamir]

Following Airith, Wrinkle approaches the warehouse of Caldwells. Looking in a chink in the siding, Airith notices there are indeed people inside.

Airith and Wrinkle look at each other, then Wrinkle knocks at the door.
A second ot two later, they hear a comotion inside like boxes being thrown on to a wagon and several men talking harshly to each other. Again, a few more seconds pass and then the door opens.

A thin, pale man pokes his head out the door, looks left, right, and then finally down at the two of you. He visibly relaxes as he asks you "What can I do for you?"

 

[Gwaihir]

Relsyn

Relsyn walks across the square to Youngblood Supplies. This building is small and older looking than the much more impressive Royal Trading Company Livery across the square.
The storefront consists of not much more than a small porchlike boardwalk and a small wooden people door. Relsyn pulls the latch string and enters the building.

"Anyone here?" He asks, poking his head inside.

 

[Tilmamir]

"Hello - someone there?"

A very short man turns around at the work table he is standing at, puts down a spokeshave, and dusts the wood shavings off his apron.

"Ahh, hello what can I do for you?"

Relsyn explains their need for a job, or at least a caravan, going to Malta as soon as possible.

"Well, I know this farmer going there tomorrow. Got his wagon wheel right here for repair."
He gestures to a wheel on the ground, missing a few spokes, and the new spokes on the desk.
"He may not mind assistance on the trip. Don't think he'll pay much, but he is good company. His boys usually go along too. I think he will be back for his wagon at dinnertime."

Relsyn: "Sounds good. Please have him wait for us if we are not back when he arrives."

"Can-do. I will be here too."

 

[Tilmamir]

whatever...

The weather is still clear and cold. Wind is picking up a little though.
Thin "mares tail" clouds are high in the sky.
The sun is about 22 degrees above the Eastern horizon or 1 hour since first meeting today.

A few more merchants wander across the square, mostly from the NE to the SW.
Everyone you see seems to be in high spirits.

A man comes out of Middlebrooks with a pail in his hand. He walks over to the pump in the circle drive and fills the pail. He whistles as he walks back to the door he came out of and a border collie comes out wagging his tail. The man sets the pail down by the door and the dog drinks. He then pats the dogs head and returns into the warehouse.

The man who bought the grain from the vendor in the middle of the square has just left the square with his horse and wagon, heading south. The vendor is warming himself by a fire in a small can on a pole.

 

[Zachian]

Airith

Airith addresses the pale man, "Hello sir, we are travelers looking for a caravan and maybe work to Malta. Do you know if any caravan is heading out to Malta today."
"Sorry, we don't get ta Malta very often. Could try the Royal Company over dare or maybe Middlebrook."
"We tried them alreay and didn't have much luck."
"I don't know what to tell ya then, could always take a boat."
"Thank you for your time."
The man gives Airith and Wrinkle a curtious head-bob and then shuts the door.

"Well Wrinkle, I think we are out of options. Maybe Relsyn and Inwe are having better luck."

 

[Tinuviel]

Inwe

Leaving the Youngblood Supplies with Relsyn, Inwe makes her way toward the well to find Airith and Wrinkle. When they arrive she relates what they have found out about the farmer and sons. "Looks to me like this may be our best option yet. We can hopefully talk to this farmer around dinnertime tonight at Youngblood."

 

[Zachian]

Airith

"Well, what do you want to do?" Airith gives Smoke a pet on the head. "We have the day to kill." Airith sees the man by the Middlebrook wagons and gives him a scowl. "My suggestion is to head to that inn we saw just before we got here. Looked like a quaint little place and no sense being on our feet more than we have to."